The Gift of Fall
Autumn sets the hills ablaze
As the woodlands brightly burn--
And I watch with youthful wonder
As the seasons take their turn.
Each gives way to the other
Taking leave with noble grace--
As spring proffers fields of flowers
And the winter shawls of lace.
But autumn, in its splendor
Gives the greatest gift of all--
It takes the leaves of summer
And to each it gives, the fall.
Copyright © Mel Merrill | Year Posted 2014